Selling your soul...

Ok, I'm not here to judge. Hell, I hate being judged... and I've always been one who thinks, "Whatever you wanna do, as long as you aren't hurting anyone else or yourself" is cool, man. Cool and the gang... Let your freak flag fly... Rock out with your cock out... Whatever your saying is. So please, someone tell me why there's a kagillion "people" out there sending friend requests or emails or tweets or carrier pigeon asking me to take a look at them in their undies, or out of their undies... or riding a horse (not in the traditional sense)??
I'm trying to promote a book, network with people who write, act, produce, dance, make music, or get their legal kicks by scaring the crap out of folks. I want to meet people that read books, love movies, and think music can actually save the planet.
Don't get me wrong, I love lookin' at naked women as much as the next guy, but stop pestering me on Facebook. And stop pestering everyone else... It's enough work just trying to mingle with the crowd, I'd at least like to know there are real people attached to those little avatars...
Rant over.
Dan

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